Walk To Remember Poem by Jett Wells

A long lonely sidewalk.
Music
contained inside black plastic
shells against my head. Soft voices
and prickly acoustic guitar massaging
my hangover.
The same steps I’ve walked
my entire life.

Notes building, gentle.
Gliding sounds stringing
my childhood from birth in a
rushing creek of experiences.
Moments lived, but unseen like this.

One step, two step, three.
Breathe, breathe slow.
The heartbreak floating beside
the first time I saw her
like twins separated at birth.

The kiss that shook mountains.
The glance that dripped evil.
The soft skin she pressed against me.
The cigarette I held when I knew.
The words that got me over it.
The tears that dried up.

I watch this chewed up slab of
concrete turn to brick.
An uninterrupted mirage of life,
coming alive as
an endless stream of memories.

Red light. A bus rushes by, spitting
black exhaust into my face. The moments
Disappear. Over. The feeling under my
skin returns. The cold breath of the city
blows back onto my face.

I should be awake, but I don’t want to be.